New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-06-29

81 wonder what mamma wants? n
said Sue, putting down her linen doilies
on which she was working a Rosina
Emmett tea party. When they go into
the library, and shut the d DOR, and call
me, something has happened to Jack.
he-way. you haven had a letter
for a week, have you, Florencep''
Not for two weeks. Z said Florence,
tbravely, though the telltale color dyed
her cheek for an instant with crimson.
wave. Il don't believe you care one
bit about poetry, Berthe. I've been
reading this lovely Absence for half
an hour, and you keep on drawing as
if it We're .Heayens's Philosophy.
what shall do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere see thy face?''
I'D make caramels some of the
time. : said Sue, fippantly. and swing
in a hancock three hours dav at least
Sue! SueP' came the voice from the
library. .'Daughter, Z sad her mama,
pale, shrinking lady in a white wrap
per aud pretty embroidered breakfast
cap. Nov, don't get in q passion,
dearest doctor; let Susie see the tele-
gram. Oh, my dear, I fear something
terrible has happened. had sort Of
persentiment; you know I was telling
you. doctor
S.Fiddlesticks with your PRESENT.
ments!" roared the doctor, a red-faced
old gentleman with a lot of blue black
hair that stood up from his forehead
like porcupine bristles. Something
terrible, indeed, something disgraceful,
something dishonorable, something that
brings my gray hairs in sorrow to the
grave. The doctor had not white
lock in his head, but his meaning was
apparent, if his language was tgura-
tive 81 always said John was a senti-
mental, tennis-playing idiot. Never
let me hear of tennis courts again. I
would not give a cent for the whole of
the present generation. That wretch
ed college, with the professors and
their family life, family life indeed! I
knew John was good for naught, spoil
ed by his mo ther out of all conscience;
but TO have disgraced himself, his fani-
~, all OF us! Not that I consider him
in the least to blame. He was always
the most punctilious, the most strictly
honorable. Quixotic creature. It was
oiAo WoioftA' u COuISe. one is twenty
years older than he.
emo, Papa from Susie; 'sshe's lust
nineteen"
Il know what I am talking about.
All college bellies are twenty years old
er than the men they elope with; and
he so trusting and so confding! The
unhappy, hot-headed creature! to think
he has deceived this splendid, beauti-
full, wealthy girl under my roof! Why,
almost felt like not sanctionine the
engagement, because taking place here,
it looked as if I manmuvred for it. I
maneuvrer! Great Cesar!"
"Hush, papa!' said Sue, clasping his
arms as he frantically tore up and
down the room. ''Give me the mes
sage"
YALE COLLEGE, Sept 25, 1s-.
John Lane and Lady will arrive at Z P. NJ.
Meet with carriage at station. Prepare sup
per and rooms. r. SNEED ~
ooh, mamma! it is true, then, he is
married; and if at Yale, to that Peters.
What shall we do? Poor Florence! she
is so devoted to him, it will kill her.
Oh, Jack! Jack! and to that scrubby
girl! Don't let them come here
mamma. I'll telegraph"
No, he shall come here. - cried Jacks
mother. 'Its terrible, but the poor
dear trusts and loves me-. : See, the
telegram is to me, and you can't ex-
pect me, Doctor turning with some
violence on the almost insane father
''even you can't expect me to side
against the only boy I have on EARTH
Come here" said the doctor, al
most calmed by the excess of passion in
his bond slave, ''Of course he's coming
here; he's got no other place to go.
He hasn't married fifty thousand a
year, has he? But the question is, who
will break it to that splendid creature?
l can't tell her; / can't tell her-by
Jove can't! You 60, Sue, and break
it to her. Give her hint. You wo-
men are clever enough at inveigling,'
with glare at wife and daughter that
made the very cap strings pa]pitate.
t'Tell her he's dead and then he's is
married, that will ease her down a
bit
ooh, don't say such a thing of my
poor darling!'' cried his mamma, in
stantly summoning up the image of the
recreant John pale and beautiful in
death
whats all this commotion about?"
cried a fresh young voice. Some
thing about Jack, isn'tit? Why, what
ails you all? He's ot-dead-
he?'
Yes said the doctor, nodding
violently, the appropriateness of his sug-
gestion almost stunning him; .'dead
and buried. Oh no, my dear as he
saw the light die out of the proud,
pretty face. That's nv way of break
ing it to you, He's-he's-. Tell her..
Sue, he's married. He is coming here,
of all places, with his bride tonight, in
a few hours, and, of all people, that
beggarly Peters daughter, who is
twenty years older than he, Mrs. Lane;
i know these college bellies. She is
twenty years older if she is a day,
and -